Bald Issla (18) escort City Central

Nicotin

Had an amazing time with Issla at my place about a month ago. I had seen her before under a different name and wanted to see her under the new name. She is the real deal. Beautiful, lovely body, highly skilled, friendly, warm personality, a top notch GFE provider.

Bucholz

Boys, one of my all time favorites has gone independent and its even more amazing than before and i thought she was perfect before but in her own spot, she really is all about pleasing you. In her former place, there were paper thin walls and we had to tone down the sounds of ecstasy but here you can let loose and its a much more comfortable feeling. Let's face it, for those who saw her and other DT girls, that place is not clean and you always wonder in the back of your head..."what shit am I gonna catch laying on this bed"? But her new place is tranquil and immaculate. Go see her, you will not regret it. Members read on.

Ginglymus

A meeting with this sublime woman is more akin to a galvanic revelation than to your average everyday punt.... Issla does not do a "Rub and Tug, thank you Ma'am" type of meeting any more than you'll ever see her dressed in tattered Primark jeans, with dirt under her nails..... trust me, that ain't ever gonna happen, and England will win the Mondial before she ever comes remotely close to doing so.My second liaison with "The Seductress of Selly Oak" was long overdue, and having heeded her #DOTD siren call via Twitter, the stage was set.With Issla it's all about the journey.... an ever changing panoramic vista of dramatic landscapes that create an irresistible cationic affect on mind and body. Undeniably assertive, the secret is to give into whatever Issla has in mind - I truly believe that this inherent femme fatale derives a certain vicarious pleasure in satisfying the male libido. To deny this to her would be a crime of passion.Enter the "Dress of the Day", a short, tight blue number with matching 5" heels, into which a honey haired, sun-kissed toned body had been lovingly shoe-horned into..... yet Issla is no air-head blonde, a formidable legend of a woman in her own right, you underestimate her at your peril.... Issla's biography would fill a couple of volumes of high octane reading.From this moment on, the memory becomes a bit of a hazy blur as Issla embarked on her mission ending in the inevitable crescendo of fervid activity.... that gloriously wet, slippery tongue, her full, ample breasts, and long, tanned legs leading to a ripe, peachy arse..... all employed to devastating effect.... Issla is the total package..... and breathtakingly so !!!With the mercury rising, Issla was beginning to draw the breath out from my excitedly taut body as I involuntarily gasped at the frisson she was expertly creating, placing me onto a hair trigger of exhilarated emotion.... hands.... boobs.... wandering fingers.... a lick here.... a nibble there..... an unexpected nip and bite..... Issla was slowly devouring me as though Tapas had just been delivered !!!This mounting sense of tease became almost irresistible as the main course approached, my hands instinctively reaching down to her tassled hair, while gently pushing her bobbing head further down my rigid shaft, glistening jewel-like due to her drooling saliva. This impeccable woman was throwing caution to the wind in a sacrificial effort to sate my desire.... bed hair had become the first evident sign of collateral damage to this worthy cause !!Undeterred, Issla ratcheted up the heat still further, as she climbed aboard and dictated a rapid pace in Cowgirl..... that Dress of the Day was by now somewhat crumpled and dishevelled with the hem pushed up around her curvy hips, with my hands groping under the skin-tight textile in search of those oh-so-suckable breasts.... Issla began to grind firmly down, finally giving into her own selfless desire.It was now every man and woman for herself.... belatedly, I took up the pace as Issla slumped onto my sweat laden chest as I furiously pumped into her from below finally taking Issla over the edge and beyond in a cacophony of exasperated throaty sounds.Ever the professional and with unfinished business to perform Issla set about me once again - "Time for Desert!!".... in an unforgettable finale that culminated inside her exquisite mouth leaving me shaking as one sweaty, quivering mess, and barely able to stagger back to my car.... Oh-My-Fucking-God !!!..... this wonderful woman is beyond perfection in every conceivable way.